Starving For Love

I’ve made a habit of praying for all the women who come into my home as caregivers. As we work, I tell them how Jesus helps me get through each day.

Often, these women open up emotionally and tell me their stories of abuse, fear, and loneliness. Many say they’ve never told anyone about these issues. Or if they did tell they weren’t believed.

These children of God are in pain. They’re angry with God because people who were supposed to love them have hurt them. Hatred flows through their veins and is venomous to their souls. They’ve been cutting themselves, abusing drugs and alcohol, and many have attempted suicide—having given up on life.

God’s children are created in love, yet many are starving for love—God’s love. They have no hope. Can you see the person hiding behind the angry outbursts, sad faces, baggy clothes, tattoos, and piercings?

Will you love these societal outcasts—these important children of God? Will you listen and not judge? Will you show them Christian love? Will you give them hope?

I pray these words will open your heart to the Holy Spirit’s guidance and that as you walk through life you’ll look people in the eye, smile and say, “Hi! How are you?” You may just save a life.

“But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us” (Romans 5:8 NIV).

“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit” (Romans 15:13)

In Christ Alone,

Berta

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The art of listening is so important. A lady at our church is a social worker. She led a workshop on grief at our church. She felt it was important to do this prior to Christmas. She had three sessions. They had a fire in their attic. She couldn't get there for the last session.

quietspirit, My sincere apology for not responding to you in a timely manner. It breaks my heart to see any of God's children in bondage. Earl and I pray for children everywhere. I believe our prayers are heard and make a difference.In Christ,Berta

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